Jasper's Lil Darlin' you aren't forgotten. I still can't thank you enough for being my first review, and to Dream Painter…Thank you. Thank you sooo much for your support and happy early birthday to you too :D And welcome xAvia-Chase to my story…There is plenty more to come I promise :D Alrighty…here we go.

Bridgett decided to amuse the staff to show off our "friendship" by braiding my hair. The bloody doctors had dragged my ass out of bed to draw my blood and take a friggen piss test. Really? Was six in the morning really necessary? Dr. Pain had drawn my blood and the only thing I could think was effing vamire. Bridgett leaned down in my ear and whispered "I was up really early this morning," No shit Sherlock we all were "Apparently….we have a new person moving into room 245"

That caught my interest. No one was placed in room 245 unless the staff didn't know if they were a risk or not. Room 245 was also known as the "restraint room" for us captives in this damn hospital. We had one kid go completely bonkers…he decided that enough was enough and started hitting anything he could. He threw tables, punched walls, and finally got a hold of a kid named John…he's still in ICU. This all happened before I was sent here but rumor has it that the walls are still bloody.

"Apparently his name is Jasper Hale"

"What did he do to get in here?" I couldn't help but ask, Bridgett tried to inhale hair spray…and the others…lets just say I learned some pretty creative ways to die in this place.

"I guess all it takes now is a text message."

She went back to braiding my hair as I pondered that. If all he did was send a text to get into this godforsaken place…then he wasn't serious about dying which meant he was just another pretender…which is why he was in room 245. He wasn't serious.

"Look, Bella that must be him. He's pretty fine if I may say so."

That he was…he was wearing hospital scrubs which made him look like an inmate, his hair was standing up on one end like a damn peacock, but the confidence he wore around him was beautiful…as were the scars that I could see. It took me a moment to remember that he was a fake. "Lets go Bri, Mr. Dirty Blonde can go fly a kite."

"Oh, no he can't Bella, because there is a very strong possibility that he could strangle himself on the kite rope."

"And heaven forbid he gets a paper cut from the kite itself!"

We were both cackling like hyenas until David, one of the staff members, told us if we didn't behave we would be put in the restraint room with him. This of course goes against the rules but we shut up pretty quick.

He really is cute though…I wonder if he really spent any time locked up in jail or if he is just one of those people who just look like it. He has scars on his neck that I can see…I wonder if those are from his "Jail Time". If he's a pretender…what would he do with the likes of me? Would he even WANT someone who's only wish as of right now is to die?

I sat down at one of the tables and pulled out my journal that I started for dad. Bridgett suggested that I write letters to Dad…and so far its helped a bit.

Dad,

So…what to talk about this time…There's a guy here that I kinda sorta like. But he's a fake; he doesn't want to…die ahead of schedule like we do. Would he want someone like that? I don't want him to run from me dad…everyone does… Why did—

I was interrupted when a piece of paper landed in front of me labeled "To: Ms. Fake Smile From: Mr. Dirty Blonde" I didn't want to open it…but I did.

"Ms. Fake Smile,

Yup. I noticed. P.s. the names Jasper."

We passed notes for the next couple days…and Bridgett got discharged two days after Jasper arrived. Again I couldn't find the ability to cry. During lunch one day I reached out and poked his knee, he responded with grabbing my hand…only to rub soothing circles on the back of my hand. I could feel the blush spread across my cheeks as he doodled a little heart on the back of my hand.

Dad,

It's official…I'm in love.

Bella

"Daddy! Daddy guess what?" You came running up to me with my favorite smile again, and I couldn't help but lift you up into my arms. "What is it love?" You blushed and suddenly looked sheepish, and I knew what the answer would be before it even left your Angelic lips. "Daddy, I have a boyfriend!" I don't even remember what the name of that boyfriend was but you managed to extract a picture of him when I asked for it. You smiled at me silently asking my approval. "Do me a favor, the next chance you get, give him a picture of me."

"Why?"

"That way he knows who it is holding the gun"

"Dad! You're crazy!"

Yes I am baby girl…and the first person who breaks your heart will have me to answer to.